shadowdancer1

oh that wasn't me yesterday...."shadowdancer" is used by like 5 different people. when we get bored at work we fuck around. but that kid is annoying...another marky marc in making.

shut up you annoying little fuck.

STFU keep going to abyss little kid.

Heard Denny play few times but it's all cheesy vocals to me. That's why all the jersey faggets love him.

he may sit on you too. LOSER! then again maybe he should.

if a fat guy sat on your grandma's face and killed her, wouldn't u be upset? come on now!!!!!!!!!

Fat mark sat on my grandma, may she rest in peace.

njguido=bunch of closet faggets. I will keep promoting

NJguido= bunch of herbs. Even if you paid me I'd NEVER want to post there again. NJguido is home of markymarc who is a Corner whore at Studio 4. NJguido = bunch of tools It's NEVER been cool to post there, you just don't get it and never will. I will keep on promoting for you

I didn't think people would know who Tsettos is on the New York board so didn't bother mentioning him. But since you did then here you go http://bbs.clubplanet.com/showthread.php?t=282634 and LMAO at this post!

.Listen Honey not everyone knows it. I guess you and me are on the same page.

This is the reason I NEVER go to the jersey shore. ========================================================== NJ Anthem This is the weekend that we show the rest of the world what we are made of. It's time to show the New Jersey haters out there, how we party. They don't know what it's like to be part of the energy of Temptations on a Saturday and Sunday night. They don't know what it's like to be on the Surf Club beach on Saturday and Sunday with the world's best looking people. They don't know what it's like to hear Denny Tsettos rip "Shiny Disco Balls" for an hour to the point where the crowd erupts in energy. They don't know what it's like to party like we do. We don't care about a big, beautiful, shore house. We don't need an exotic club, full of wanna be rich boys and snotty women. We don't want a city lounge, or a fancy dinner. We don't want to dress up, we want to dress less. We want to show off the fact that New Jersey men and women are in the best shape. It's time to put all of the petty bullshit behind us. Turn off the damn t.v. Get off your ass, and get to the Jersey Shore. It's weekends like this that last forever. There are no excuses. Party like a rockstar. ~Moo

Extending Sunday The importance of Sunday has changed throughout my life. As a child I looked forward to Sunday for one reason……PASTA!! Sunday in the Moussa/Barone family was the day that the whole family gathered together at the house of my grandparents to feast on course after course of Italian American cuisine. My grandmother was always up to 4 or 5am the previous night preparing food for Sunday. Many Italians out there know that an Italian grandmother might as well make the kitchen her bedroom. The family would all get together and sit around the tiny round table in the kitchen. We would make jokes and yell and argue and talk and thank. We would start at 2:00pm going course after course finally finishing dessert at 8:00 or 9:00pm. The non Italian kid next door who is my best friend was always there too. My grandma calls him her other grandson. I have memories of my grandfather leaning on the stove stirring the sauce; every now and then he would sneak a taste. My grandmother was walking table to counter to table to counter as we all sat anxiously awaiting each course. My aunt always got caught picking at the food before it was ready to be served. I was always sneaking Italian bread and dipping away at the sauce. It was a time of family, it was Sunday growing up. Years pass by and the family starts to get smaller and smaller. The old get too old to make it to the house every Sunday. The family still goes on and Sundays are still filled with pasta. My grandfather is still stirring the sauce and my grandmother running back and forth to the table….my aunt still picking at the food…..my brother and I still arguing and my best friend laughing. Times have changed and family is lost, but we are still a family and Sunday is still Sunday. More time passes by and there are fewer of us. My grandfather passes away. The sauce is not the same, not because of the taste but because of my association with Sunday’s sauce and Pop. We make the pasta and follow our Sunday routine but our schedules are too busy. Sometimes we just order pizza. Here and there we get a decent showing of people but it is not the same. We are still a family desperate to be together on Sunday. Sunday July 20, 2003 For the fourth straight week, I extend my weekend at the Jersey shore to Monday morning. I can’t bring myself to leave the shore on Sunday. There is a family at the shore, a family of friends. Several weeks ago we decided to stay at the shore house on Sunday and make a Sunday meal. We attempted to make this Sunday meal the only way we knew (or thought we knew). The first time we cooked, the pasta wasn’t too good and the steak a little too well done. The rice was a little too soft. We stunk at cooking. Eight guys in a shore house with very little cooking skill. Most of us Italian, sharing the same type of traditional Sunday, saw the precious window of time. This is a time where immediate family is between generations and is thin. When family is thin, friendships blossom, we rely and need our friends in these times. Sunday is now extended at our shore house….eight guys plus four or five girls in the “girls†house and some of the weekend guests sit down to eat a Sunday Italian American Meal… The meal doesn’t quite meet the standards of our grandmothers but we are getting better and enjoying our time together. We are all becoming closer. We leave our shore house, some of us late Sunday night and some of us leave on Monday morning. I hope this continues all summer. The summer will end and the years will go on. Our family of friends will wear thin. We will lose touch with a friend or two. Some of us will move away to different states. Some will get married and continue the tradition with their growing family. Some of us may not be on this Earth. These windows in life are only here for a short time. There may only be 3 or 4 years that you will have this family of friends. This family of friends will eventually wear thin and thinner until it is not worth cooking for on Sunday. Take this window of opportunity to gain valuable memories. Live, appreciate, cherish, and extend your Sundays. There Are No Excuses ~Anthony “The Moo†Moussa

since you insists...I will then

act my age? like the guidos on your website act their age? LMAO this is a post from today from a guido who uses name "Juicehead BIGot" ======================================================== An oldy, but a goodie.

EXPOSED!!! I have nothing againts gays who are open about their sexuality. In fact I met bunch of them in Crobar for VC and they are real cool. BUT the jersey guidos are Closet fags who are LIARS. This is the same crowd who won't get of JP's dick btw. If it wasn't for them., JP would be playing at weddings. www.njguido.com in case you don't believe me.

those were the jersey guidos/homos.

ohhhh yes rub my chest!

again no girls, hmmm

Guido fag fest.

oh

bump

Dj Anthony Coogs...he's always on point and rips it sick like no one else!

check these guys out http://bbs.clubplanet.com/showthread.php?t=293648

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